The NTR Hero Knelt Before the Demon King – Chapter 60

Amelda, captured by the demon races, was dragged away in a miserable state.

With shackles suppressing her magic power,

she was taken to the basement of a dilapidated building that the demons were using as their stronghold.

The place was dreary and filled with an unpleasant atmosphere.

And then,

“You all may leave. I will personally interrogate this one.”

“Yes, Eliza.”

“I will be waiting nearby. Call me immediately if anything happens.”

As soon as they arrived, the demon woman Eliza sent her subordinates away.

Then she locked the door and slowly turned her gaze toward Amelda.

“Now then… with no one to interfere, let’s see…”

Her lips curled into a chilling smile as she lightly licked them.

In response, Amelda, suppressing the primal fear that surged within her, glared back at her with a cold expression.

‘Is she planning to torture me? Well, give it your best shot. You’ll never get the answer you want from me!’

She had already endured countless pains in the Falcon Empire.

She was well past the point of flinching at ordinary torture and had completely abandoned any thoughts of betrayal, even as she faced death.

With those thoughts in mind, Amelda began to mentally prepare herself for the impending pain.

And,

seeing her like this, Eliza, the high-ranking demon, approached her slowly, sending a dense gaze her way.

“Fufu…”

A small laugh escaped Eliza, infused with excitement and anticipation.

Next, she moved her hands slowly, reminiscent of a spider, both creepy and natural, and began to stroke Amelda’s chin.

“To be honest, I’m genuinely surprised. I didn’t expect to find such a delightful gift in such a faraway place.”

“Ugh….”

Eliza’s touch was both soft and creepy.

Amelda instinctively furrowed her brows and stared directly at Eliza’s face.

And then…

“Spit!”

“…”

Amelda spat on the face of the filthy demon before her.

Then, with a furious expression, Amelda shouted at Eliza in a firm voice.

“Stop insulting the knights and kill me now!! You filthy bastards who killed the hero! Do you really think your torture will make me speak?!”

As a paladin and once a member of a Hero Party, she was resolutely prepared to meet her end with dignity.

Of course, doing so might lead to an even more painful death, but Amelda didn’t particularly care about that.

She had come here with the mindset of a martyr, seeking to atone for her mistakes.

As a sinner who had wasted the chance to save the world due to foolish mistakes and led to the hero’s death, at this moment, she was ready to embrace the worst death possible… no, she longed for it to be so.

She thought that would bring her at least a little peace of mind.

And regarding her provocation,

Eliza began to wipe the spit from her face, a terrifying smile forming.

“…Haha. What a troublesome girl she is… to be a filthy betrayer and yet talk about a hero.”

Despite her smile, a chilling anger could be felt in Eliza’s voice.

Then she slowly withdrew a green dagger from her waistband.

And.

“Okay, I’ve made my decision. Normally, I would’ve thought of getting some information before passing you along in a relatively intact state, but you’re too brazen to allow that.”

With those words, Eliza began to channel her dense magic power into the dagger she held.

At the same time,

Amelda’s expression stiffened as she felt an ominous aura surge unexpectedly.

‘What… what is that?’

Rather than simply pouring magic into the dagger,

Eliza lightly sliced her fingertip, condensing her blood onto the blade to cast some unknown magic.

In that moment, Amelda instinctively felt that not the torture she had anticipated was coming,

but something far more horrible beyond her imagination…

She began to sense that something unspeakable was about to happen, something that transcended basic pain.

“Y-You… what are you planning to do?”

“Fufu…”

Amelda’s voice trembled slightly as the sudden wave of fear surged through her.

In response to her question, Eliza approached her with a chilling laugh.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious… it’s just that your kind is elves. I’m thinking of having a little fun with you after a long time…”

With that, Eliza began to bring the dagger toward Amelda’s abdomen.

At the same time, Amelda felt an overwhelming sense that something that should never happen was about to occur.

“Wait… W-What is this?”

And then.

-Thunk!

“Guuaaaaah!!!!”

In the next moment,

Eliza stabbed the dagger deep into Amelda’s abdomen.

With it came an overwhelming agonizing pain,

and a torrent of blood gushing forth.

However,

in this moment of unimaginable pain striking her mind,

Amelda instinctively understood.

The pain enveloping her body was not mere hurt.

Beneath the certainty of excruciating agony, something far more terrifying lurked.

‘What is this… What is this?! What the hell is happening?!’

A horrific sensation started from her abdomen and ripped through her entire being.

It was as if black ink was being poured onto a pristine white canvas…

That absolutely dreadful feeling, as if her very essence was being forcibly twisted,

began to ensnare Amelda in an unparalleled terror she had never experienced before.

And then…

“Hoo… I guess once isn’t enough, huh?”

With those words, Eliza pulled the dagger from Amelda’s abdomen.

At the same time, Amelda felt the pain wracking her body vanish, and she gasped for breath.

“Ugh… Haww… Hah…”

What felt like a mere second extending into what seemed like hours,

after it ended, Amelda let out a groan tinged with anguish.

But in that moment, there were no wounds left on Amelda’s abdomen where she had been stabbed.

There were traces of blood that had gushed out, but that was all.

There were no signs of torn skin or split intestines whatsoever.

However, before Amelda could even register this fact,

Eliza, now drenched in Amelda’s blood, looked down at her with a rich smile.

“Truly strong, aren’t you? Even in a magic-sealed state, resisting this much. I bet no one else could even attempt it.”

Eliza spoke enjoyment, her words incomprehensible to Amelda.

In response, Amelda looked up at Eliza’s face, trembling, and began to speak.

“Hah… Hah… What… What was that just now…?”

Overwhelmed by an unimaginably intense fear, she was forced to voice her question.

At this moment, what remained in her heart was no longer the pride of a knight or thoughts of atonement, but only questions and fears regarding this incomprehensible situation she was about to face.

“Tell me! What the hell did you do to me?! What are you planning to do with me?!”

Amelda cried out, her voice sounding like she was on the verge of a breakdown.

And then,

to her questioning,

Eliza began to speak with a voice full of joy.

“Well, it’s not a big deal. Just… I’m planning to play a little prank that I often used to do to annoying elf girls back in the day.”

With that, Eliza lightly licked the blood of Amelda from the dagger.

Then, she looked at the now trembling Amelda with a dismissive tone and casually remarked,

“By the way… do you know about dark elves?”

“!”

A name slipped from Eliza’s lips.

That word, unthinkable to even utter,

describing elves who had been twisted and corrupted by the highest-ranking demons.

The moment Amelda heard that horrible name, which was a blasphemy against the gods and a stain on elves,

she finally recognized the situation before her, and the color drained from her face.

“No… No way… You’re not…”

“Fufu… no need to be too nervous. Despite my appearance, I’ve actually been pretty into it for quite some time, so I’m somewhat of a veteran who has trained for over ten years in that regard. I could create a village with just the guys who’ve ‘performed’ on me, so you won’t have to worry about bursting apart mid-way.”

With that statement, Eliza once again began to channel her blood and magic into the dagger, aiming it at Amelda’s abdomen.

Seeing her do this, Amelda began to tremble, slowly shaking her head.

“N-No….”

“Just relax… I’ll make you look pretty in no time. And as a bonus, I’ll thoroughly twist that decayed mind of yours, so be grateful.”

“Noooooo!!!!”

-Thunk!